Deceased

I stood there motionless, dry tears scaring my face and more threatening to come. So far my heart was facing not with pleasure or the kick of an adrenaline rush, no, none of those things came to mind this time. This time it was different and I knew no one, not even I could possibly deny the fact that I was scared, the pounding in my chest was proof of that. Every scent and every truth, every lie that I've ever told, every scheme and deed came down to this moment, this defying moment where the end of it all was near to me, closing in with every single second that passed, passed, passed as if wasting away. They drew closer, those things dressed in black drew closer, clenching their knives and smirking, laughing and taunting me with every playful step but this wasn't a game for me, it was a game for them and I was to become the haunted and they; they were to be my hunters. Nevertheless I was armed with a single jagged knife and the Light shield that protected me but even that was fading, faltering, dimming into banishment and as the Light shield fell down so did my only chance of being victorious. That's when they came and I stepped back, clenching onto my knife they drew back and I threw my knife back at them. I missed my target. The fear of it all hadn't had come fiercer than it did then and so did regret, unarmed and unprotected now there was nothing that I could do. One of them made the first move, throwing the knife that dug it's self into my back. The second knife hit my chest, the third hit my leg, the fourth hit my arm and the last countable knife pierced my soul and I fell to my knees as more knifes dug into me. I lost count of the amount of knives that hit me, my whole world swirling before me until finally I could hold onto the ground of life no longer. I fell, I don't know how or when but I fell, falling, falling , falling as if it took me a eternity to fall and in a way it did until the moment when I finally ended.